Poems

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WHAT THE MASTER SAYS TO ME

Cassius M. Loomis.

Can you hear the whisper low — in the trees,Just at nightfall, when the sighing evening breezeFills the sacred moments with repose?
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AT CHRISTMAS-TIDE

REV. WILLIAM P. MC KENZIE.

At Christmas-tide men's hearts grow kind,The Bethlehem babe restrains their pride:The whole world feels the Christ-child's mindAt Christmas-tide.

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Shared reflections

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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THE ETERNAL GOODNESS

[At this time.

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THE OLDEST CHRISTIAN HYMN

In Book III.
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A GARDEN HYMN

EVA LORD PLUMMER.

My garden glowsWith flowers of God's adorning,His goodness showsThis lovely sunlit morning.
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THE MASTER'S WORK

AGNES FLORIDA CHALMERS

The Master always found his work to do,In desert place, on lonely sea or coast.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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THE KING

LAURA GERAHTY.

O THE glare and the glamor, the noise and rush, The hurrying reckless speed.
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THE HOUR OF PRAYER

HUGH MORETON FREWEN.

In that intense and spiritual calmI seemed to stand upon a little hill;The world's unrest of sorrow and alarmSank into silent valleys and was still;The dissonance and claim of mortal willMerged into concord; in that one supremeAll-glorious moment, every sense of illWas swept away on some supernal stream.
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THANKSGIVING

MARY WHEELER.

The sweet-brier boasts nor voice nor speech,No tongue the clover hath;Mute is the garden's rainbow reach;Yet perfumed joy each breathes to each,From June to aftermath.
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A SCOTCH SUNSET

WINIFRED BORLEE.

The day is waning! See, afar,Night's herald trims her peaceful light;As dew there falls on vale and heightThe silence of the evening star.
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CHRISTIAN SCIENCE

PETER E. MACKAY.

The night was dark without a star,Hope shunned a cold and cheerless clime,When, like a shipwrecked mariner,I trembled on the shore of time.
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MY EXPERIENCE

ELLA MITCHELL MC AVEY.

I TRAVELED O'er a thorny pathFor many years, nor did I knowThe shining way lay just above—How could I know God loved me so.